Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 166 A Dance with Him

Chapter 166: Chapter 166 A Dance with Him

The tall golden doors at the far end of the ballroom opened slowly, and the sound of music softened as if it paused in respect, and every conversation fell silent.

Even the butterflies circling the chandeliers seemed to hover midair, glowing softly as if to pay respect.

Everyone rose to their feet.

I stood too, smoothing the folds of my gown as I turned toward the entrance.

The King of Fae stepped into the ballroom, followed by two guards but he walked several paces ahead of them, his long white and golden robe trailing behind him gracefully. His hair was a shining silver, almost the color of the moon, and a thin golden crown circled his head, resting just above his brow.

His presence was commanding enough to hold the attention of the room.

His gaze swept across the ballroom slowly, pausing on some of the nobles, before drifting forward again. When his eyes met mine, they held for a second longer than they did with the others.

Every step he took echoed lightly on the marble floor, and the crowd instinctively stepped aside to make room. No one dared to whisper, and no one tried to catch his attention.

He stopped directly in front of me. For a moment, he didn’t utter a word. He simply looked at me, his expression unreadable.

Then he turned to face the room.

"You may be seated," his voice rang out, deep and commanding. "I welcome you all to this evening’s celebration."

People returned to their seats, carefully and quietly.

"Tonight, we honour peace among the courts and the strength of the fae bloodlines. May this evening be remembered for beauty, for grace, and harmony."

He nodded once to the conductor.

The orchestra picked up again, this time slower, the melody blooming softly like a flower at dusk.

Then the King turned to me again.

"Now, Princess," he said, his tone shifting ever so slightly. "Shall we begin properly?"

I blinked, unsure if he meant the ball or something else. But then he stepped aside, his hand motioning faintly toward the open dance floor.

"As the princess of this court," he said in a slightly lighter tone, "you will lead the first dance. Show them that royalty is not just in blood... but in grace."

My stomach tightened.

The guests turned to me, watching my every move, some with smiles, others with unreadable expressions. I could see a few young lords shifting subtly in their seats, clearly waiting for the chance to step forward.

I gave a small bow to the King, trying to mask the unease crawling down my back. "Yes, Your Majesty."

He nodded once, then stepped back to his seat at the edge of the platform, his presence still casting a shadow over the room even in silence.

I turned slowly toward the center of the floor. My heart beat a little faster as I caught sight of a few noble males already rising from their chairs, one adjusting his cufflinks, another fixing the collar of his embroidered coat.

But before any of them could take a step, a figure walked out from the crowd.

He walked with steady strides, dressed in deep black, no crest or mark to show which court he belonged to. The gold lining on his coat shimmered faintly under the chandeliers, and his dark eyes were locked on me.

It was the man who had called me Ember.

I froze, just for a second. A flicker of surprise passed through my eyes before I could stop it.

He simply stopped in front of me and extended his hand. "May I have this dance, your highness?"

My breath caught. I should have refused or maybe I should have looked away, let one of the other nobles step forward. I could feel the brooding gaze of the Fae king on my back.

’Could this be his plan? He wants me to dance with him? But why? I hope... this is not what I’m thinking.’

I lifted my hand and placed it in his, to avoid the long wait and to avoid annoying the Fae King.

The moment our skin touched, a cold shiver ran down my spine. My breath hitched, and I could hear the pounding of my heart.

He gave a small bow, then led me gently to the center of the ballroom as the music began to play.

His hand rested lightly at my waist, while the other held mine in his. We began to move to the tune of the music.

The music wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t too slow either. Just enough to guide our steps without forcing us into anything too elaborate. Still, it was clear he knew how to lead a dance.

I tried not to look at his face too much, but it was hard. His expression didn’t change much, but his eyes stayed on me like he was searching for something.

"You really don’t remember me," he said quietly.

His voice was low, calm, and filled with something I couldn’t explain.

I looked away for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," I said, just as softly. "I’ve never met you before."

His hand squeezed mine slightly. "You have."

Something about the way he said it made my stomach turn, not in a bad way. Just... strange, like a part of me didn’t want to argue with him.

"I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else," I said, still not meeting his eyes.

He didn’t argue. He just kept moving with me, slow, steady, and graceful. But I could feel the tension in him, like he was holding back something bigger.

When I finally glanced back up at him, I didn’t see any hint of amusement or flattery in his expression... except just a quiet sadness.

"I’m not here to force you to remember," he said. "I just wanted one dance."

The words settled in the space between us like dust. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing.

We danced in silence for a while, surrounded by music and lights and a room full of people, yet somehow it felt like no one else existed.

Just him... and me.